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Updated: June 10, 2025


M. Étienne held up a packet for me to see, before Peyrot's shielding body; it was tied with red cord and sealed with a spread falcon over the tiny letters, Je reviendrai. In the corner was written very small, St. Q. Smiling, he put it into the breast of his doublet. "Monsieur," my scamp said to him with close lips that the room might not hear, "you are a gentleman.

M. Étienne, the prompter at the rendezvous, had, like a philosopher, ordered dinner, but he had deserted it now and stood with Peyrot, their backs to the company, their elbows on the deep window-ledge, their heads close together. I came up suddenly to Peyrot's side, making him jump.

My lord paced along rapidly and gladly, on fire to be before Monsieur with the packet. But one little cloud, transient as Peyrot's, passed across his lightsome countenance. "I would that knave were of my rank," he said. "I had not left him without slapping a glove in his face."

Resolved to choke them, I planted my feet boldly on the next flight, and descended humming, to prove my ease, the rollicky tune of Peyrot's catch. Suddenly, from not three feet off, came the soft singing: Mirth, my love, and Folly dear My knees knocked together, and the breath fluttered in my throat. It seemed the darkness itself had given tongue.

Keep your safe distance and dog him if you can." "And if I lose him?" "Come back home. Station yourself now where he won't notice you. That arch there should serve." We had been standing at the street corner, sheltered by a balcony over our heads from the view of Peyrot's window. "Monsieur," I said, "I do wish you would bring Vigo back with you."

But the steadfast determination to win the papers for Monsieur, and, possibly, respect for Peyrot's weapon, withheld him. "Very well, then. In the cabaret of the Bonne Femme, at eleven. You may do as you like about appearing; I shall be there with my fifty pistoles." "What guaranty have I that you will deal fairly with me?" "The word of a St. Quentin." "Sufficient, of course."

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